Chen Yu's victory was undoubtedly a blow to Wang Lingyun who proposed the "blocking action". ∑,
Defeating Xu Jing, who was in the top ten last year, established Chen Yu's status as a strong dark horse.
In this year's outer sect competition, three dark horses were born, namely: Tong Yuling, Chen Yu, and Cao Lei.
In the past, the performance of these three people was not impressive.
And this time, all three of them defeated the top ten opponents strongly and won six consecutive victories!
For Chen Yu's victory, the most complicated thing was Le Feng!
three months ago.
It was not his wish that "Lingyunbu" fell into Chen Yu's hands, it was already an accident.
In order to prevent "Lingyunbu" from being leaked from Chen Yu, Lefeng specially came forward and sent a "Yuanzhu grass" to win him over.
But never expected.
Chen Yu, Zeng Jin's marginal disciple, was able to practice "Lingyunbu" to the level of Dacheng.
It can be said that this is an accident among accidents.
"interesting."
In the corner below the stage, Nan Gongli held a folding fan, and his interested eyes glanced at Chen Yu and Le Feng.
As early as in the "Outer Sect Exchange Meeting", Nangong Li realized that Chen Yu's situation was not simple.
certainly.
He is only a little interested in Chen Yu, and it is impossible to regard him as an opponent.
There is only one opponent for Nangong Li, and that is Duan Xiaolong!
game so far.
Nangong Li and Duan Xiaolong have yet to meet the enemy of Sanhe, and their true strength is unfathomable.
same moment.
Duan Xiaolong's eyes happened to be on Nan Gongli, his old enemy.
Suddenly.
The eyes of the two met in the void.
boom!
An invisible spiritual force collided in mid-air.
wow~
The robes of the two were flying, and the powerful invisible air wave forced the nearby disciples to retreat abruptly.
After a brief trial.
Duan Xiaolong's expression froze, and his body trembled slightly; while Nan Gongli's face revealed a trace of strangeness.
Except for the sect seniors present, no one could see what kind of confrontation the two had just had.
but.
The powerful and invisible aura of the two of them is no less than that of the internal organs refining period. The mysterious temptation and confrontation make people's blood boil.
"Double Dragons Fight for Hegemony!"
Many disciples are excited and looking forward to it.
This year's Grand Competition can be said to be a grand event rarely seen in ten years.
Two dragons fighting for supremacy, plus three dark horses, no one knows what kind of sparks will collide in the end.
…
Knockout, usher in the eighth round!
At this stage, there are no weak hands among the remaining disciples.
The battles that followed were all remarkable, sometimes inextricably fought, with all kinds of coups thrown out.
The three dark horses continued their winning streak.
Tong Yuling, with her profound and unpredictable internal energy and dexterous swordsmanship, easily defeated a top-twelve opponent.
Cao Lei, with the astonishing heat of "Iron Sand Palm", defeated Yang Fan, who was ninth in the previous competition, within fifty moves.
"Defeated! I will lose to low-level martial arts."
Holding a silver gun in his hand, Yang Fan stepped off the stage unwillingly, with his clothes torn in several places.
Cao Lei's "Iron Sand Palm" has been practiced to the peak and achieved perfection, comprehending a trace of unique true meaning, and its power is beyond imagination.
Chen Yu's opponent in the eighth round was only in the top 20, and the opponent directly conceded.
nowadays.
Chen Yu is very famous in the competition. If you don't want to be kicked out of the stage, you'd better admit defeat.
When night fell, the eighth round of competition ended.
Nan Gongli and Duan Xiaolong, as "Double Dragons Fighting for Hegemony", still maintain a winning streak.
The three dark horses also won eight consecutive victories.
At this moment, there are only twelve or three people who still win consecutive victories on the field
In addition to Ssangyong Hegemony and the three dark horses, Hu Yiba, who ranked fourth last year, Yuan Beitong who ranked fifth, Cheng Yun who ranked sixth, Huang Yuan who ranked seventh, and others.
…
On the third day, the ninth round of the knockout round began.
At this time, there are only thirty or forty disciples who have not been eliminated. Some disciples whose grades were negative by two points were extremely nervous.
In the ninth round, the chances of strong encounters have been greatly increased.
"Junior Sister Jiang, don't worry! Next, the chances of Chen Yu meeting us are getting higher and higher."
Huang Yuan looked confident and assured her in front of the beauty.
"Of course I do."
Jiang Yun'er giggled like a flower, making several elite disciples of the outer sect fascinated.
For Yuanshi and Meiren, Hu Yiba who ranked fourth, Cheng Yun who ranked sixth, and Huang Yuan who ranked seventh were all willing to stand up for her.
"Chen Yu, I think you can win a few games in a row."
Wang Lingyun sneered in his heart.
As a result, in the ninth round, these three strong players still did not meet Chen Yu.
On the contrary, Cheng Yun, who was ranked sixth, met Le Feng, an outsider genius.
"Lefeng is against Cheng Yun!"
All eyes gathered on the stage.
Cheng Yun is a young man with an orange complexion, who looks a little old.
He participated in the "blocking operation" against Chen Yu, mainly because he was more attracted to Jiang Yun'er.
Cheng Yun didn't expect that instead of waiting for Chen Yu, he would meet Le Feng, a talented genius.
"Brother Cheng, let's start."
Lefeng clasped his fists and said.
He wants to enter the top five and top three, this Cheng Yun is a big resistance.
"Junior Brother Yue hasn't used his sword yet? Could it be that you think you can win with your body skills alone?"
Cheng Yun smiled lightly.
Clang!
In Le Feng's hand, a remnant sword, a precious weapon, was out of its sheath, like a cold arc across the night sky, exuding a cold and sharp breath.
Cheng Yun also took out a well-made mortal sword.
"Cutting Wind Sword!"
The famous sword in Cheng Yun's hand was like a gust of wind, with a transparent cold glow on the blade, and a piercing energy and wind around it.
The "Cut Wind Sword" he practiced is a well-known sword technique in the outer sect.
Including Chen Yu, who have practiced this sword technique.
Pooh!
The sword slashed, the air was torn apart, and the wind and energy surrounded it, blocking Le Feng's way out.
Facing opponents at this level, it is difficult for Le Feng to suppress him with his physical advantage alone.
"Soul Chasing Sword!"
Le Feng's figure and the sword turned into a whole, the afterimage and the sword light intertwined, and the sword went slanted, which was extremely thrilling.
ding ding ding...
In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged more than a dozen swords in a staggered space.
Everyone in the audience held their breath, it was difficult for the naked eye to see the details of the confrontation, only a blur of sword shadows and sword lights.
rub!
Suddenly, a figure quickly took a few steps back, looking a little embarrassed.
I saw Cheng Yun's face was startled, and there was a trace of blood on his cheek.
Le Feng held the sword on his back, with a smile on his face.
"Cheng Yun lost?"
"I didn't even see the details clearly, it's too fast!"
There was a lot of discussion in the audience.
In the battle just now, they witnessed the strength of Le Feng, a talented outsider, and Cheng Yun, a veteran of the previous session.
"Number 49 wins."
The referee waved the flag and declared Le Feng the winner.
…
"Senior brother Cheng has made great progress, how could he lose so quickly?"
Huang Yuan said in surprise.
"Swordsmen confront each other, and the outcome is only a front line. What's more, Le Feng's body skills are slightly better, and what he has in his hand is still a treasured and broken sword."
Hu Yiba took it for granted.
His gaze crossed Lefeng, an opponent that could not be ignored.
Stronger body skills and stronger weapons are all advantages!
Cheng Yun's defeat was not wronged.
After this battle, Le Feng's popularity soared, and he won the admiration and love of many female disciples. Some male disciples also admired his strength and demeanor.
Except for the battle of Lefeng.
In the ninth round, there was another much-watched battle.
"Nangong Li is to Yuan Beitong!"
There was an uproar in the audience, and the attention was even better than that of Lefeng.
on stage.
Nan Gongli held the folding fan in his hand, and looked at a strong man with an iron tower like a tiger on the opposite side.
That brawny man was fully half taller than a normal person; before the battle started, his fists were pounding like hammers, and the barbaric aura rushing towards his face made people palpitate.
"This is Yuan Beitong, the number one Hercules of the Outer Sect?"
Chen Yu was very interested.
Yuan Beitong, the fifth place in the last competition. His greatest advantage is his natural power.
His "innate supernatural power" is innate, not acquired by Chen Yu's fusion of mysterious heart.
Kaishan fist!
Yuan Beitong let out a low growl, his deep inner breath vibrated in a low voice, and his fists moved out, like a millstone piercing the air, any punch could crush a bull or a tiger to death.
Peng! Peng!
During the movement of that punch, the ground trembled faintly, and the terrifying power set off a wave of air.
There was a "pop".
Nan Gongli's folding fan suddenly slapped Yuan Beitong's arm, and the latter took a few steps back while drinking violently.
Nan Gongli flitted for a moment, and withdrew half a zhang.
"The strength is really great, the inner breath is strong, and the reaction is not slow. It is worthy of being the fifth in the last session. You can fight me head-on."
Nangong Li smiled.
certainly.
His behavior is a bit cheap in itself. After all, the opponent is a person who is born with supernatural power, and he is going to fight head-on.
"But let's end it."
Nan Gongli left an afterimage on the spot, and slapped Yuan Beitong with the folding fan in his hand.
This time, it was still a frontal attack.
bo meow~
Just when everyone was puzzled, Nan Gongli opened his mouth and let out a strange meowing sound.
That weird voice made people dizzy and trembling.
All the disciples in the field, including Chen Yu, were all trembling in their minds, qi and blood.
"What kind of attack is this?"
Chen Yu was shocked, what they endured was only a trace of aftermath.
"what!"
Yuan Beitong on the stage swayed suddenly, holding his head in his hands, with an irritable and painful expression on his face.
He bears the full power of that weird voice, his whole body is spinning, and there is a buzzing in his mind.
Pop!
Yuan Beitong froze for a moment, and a fan swept over him.
thump!
Yuan Beitong's burly body rolled out of the competition platform.
After he woke up, he roared loudly: "What kind of sorcery is that, how could I lose—"
Off the court, a group of disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, looking at Nan Gongli with deep awe.
"It turned out to be a spiritual mystic technique."
"As expected of the young master of the Nangong family, he has mastered mystic skills at a young age."
Some sect seniors present were well-informed and saw the mystery.
Spiritual mysticism
Chen Yu had a feeling that such invisible and intangible attacks posed a threat to him.
The ninth round of competition will soon end.
In this round, Chen Yu's opponent was not in the top ten, so he won easily.
"The tenth round!"
Chen Yu was excited. In previous years, the knockout rounds usually lasted to ten rounds, which was about the same.
now.
There are only thirty or forty people whose names are still lit on the formation board.
The knockout round is coming to an end!
In the tenth round, the chance of encountering a strong opponent is higher, even if you meet Duan Xiaolong and Hu Yiba, it is normal.
The tenth round soon came to Chen Yu.
This time, he finally met a strong opponent.
"Hahaha... Chen Yu! I finally met your Grandpa Huang."
A fat boy with a round face laughed loudly and leaped onto the stage very proudly.
"Yellow Garden!"
When some disciples saw the fat and round boy, their expressions turned serious.
In the circle of villains, Hu Yiba and Cheng Yun showed some regret.
Could it be that a fat man like Huang Yuan can get the primeval stone and embrace the beauty? This picture is too unacceptable.